As a Transmigrator, seeing this scene was truly a bit of an eyesore.
It was at this moment that the person who had just obtained the Creation Whip walked a few steps to Si Chen's front.
With a look of admiration on his face, he said seriously, "I'll leave this Creation Whip in your care!"
Si Chen looked at the Creation Whip in front of him and the man whose name he didn't know, and for a moment, he didn't react.
"What's going on? Why are you giving it to me?"
Si Chen, unable to understand, asked directly, "Why?"
The man smiled and said, "You are braver than the rest of us. We need a hero to lead us to survive."
The others, hearing this, also gathered around, looking at Si Chen with hopeful expressions.
Looking at these pure and expectant eyes, Si Chen felt as if his heart was fiercely tugged.
After a moment of silence, Si Chen shook his head and said, "This Creation Whip was bestowed upon you by the Holy Mother, which means you are more suitable than I am."
After speaking, Si Chen avoided the crowd and turned to walk up Shouyang Mountain.
"This…!"
The man looked at Si Chen's departing back, at a loss for words.
Seeing this, the others all turned their gazes towards the man.
Taking a deep breath, the man slowly said to the crowd, "From now on, this will be our habitat. Now, everyone, scout around this area, and remember not to wander too far."
The crowd exchanged glances, and then several people grouped together and dispersed into the surroundings.
The man looked up at Si Chen's back, shook his head, and left with the few people beside him.
Si Chen, walking up the mountain, naturally heard the commotion below, but he didn't look back, just walked silently.
As a Transmigrator, having just Transmigrated and being under the nose of a Saint, to be honest, he still felt a sense of unreality.
Logically speaking, if it were a quasi-Saint powerhouse like the Three Pure Ones, they might not notice Si Chen's abnormality without deliberately performing divinations.
But Nuwa, as a Saint, didn't notice anything unusual, which was a bit strange.
And just now, Si Chen's risky move of stepping forward to ask for a Cultivation Technique had an element of gambling.
Fortunately, until Nuwa left, no clues were discovered.
At this moment, Si Chen was both expectant and nervous. For Si Chen, who had read various Xuanhuan novels, he was certain there was some unknown secret on him.
And this secret could actually evade a Saint's close-range perception; it must be a supreme Spirit Treasure!
Thinking of this, Si Chen's heart immediately became excited.
"What exactly is it?"
"Could it be the legendary chaos pearl?"
Si Chen walked along, dreaming, and soon found a natural stone cave.
He glanced at the stone cave, saw that it was relatively clean inside, and walked straight in.
He found a stone, and, still naked, sat down on it.
Regarding the Creation Whip, Si Chen naturally wanted to hold it in his hand, as it was a Karma Spirit Treasure.
But as soon as he thought about the Cultivation Technique he was about to get flying away, Si Chen didn't dare to make any extra moves.
It was clear that the Human Race was already being watched, and the path ahead had already been arranged by someone, especially since any slight movement from the current Human Race might bring down Karma.
And Karma was hard currency in the Great Desolation; no one would ever think they had too much.
As for the man from just now, Si Chen felt there was a high possibility he was one of the three early ancestors of the Human Race.
And at this stage, the three ancestors were like children of destiny, already noticed by an unknown existence.
Before Si Chen figured out the secret on him, he could only keep his distance.
Otherwise, as a Transmigrator, no matter how useless he was, he wouldn't run around naked like a primitive man.
He was afraid that if he snatched away the Opportunity of the three ancestors, it would attract unnecessary attention.
What about the grand trend remaining unchanged, while minor trends could be altered? But who knew what kind of trend counted as a grand trend and what counted as a minor trend?
As an ant among ants, at this stage, Si Chen could only say less and do less, and first lay low for a while.
Shaking his head to cast aside the thoughts in his heart, Si Chen began to examine every inch of his body.
He wanted to see if there was any Golden Finger.
After all, compared to those Transmigrators sent away by mud trucks, his situation of being struck by lightning and dying for cursing the heavens was a bit more Xuanhuan.
But after searching for a long time, he found nothing different; his entire body was fair and delicate skin.
Hmm, as one of the first Innate Human Race, he could be said to be the most perfect existence among the Human Race; no flaws could be found in his appearance or physique, and Si Chen was quite satisfied with this.
"None?"
Si Chen searched again, unwilling to give up, but still found nothing.
At this, Si Chen panicked a bit. Was it just a simple Transmigration?
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If there was nothing to help conceal him, his Divine Soul would definitely not escape the Saint's perception."
"That's right! Divine Soul? Could that treasure be hidden inside his body?"
Thinking of this, the originally dejected Si Chen perked up again.
He didn't know Cultivation Techniques, but simple meditation was something he could do.
He sat cross-legged, imitating the Daoist priests of his previous life, embracing unity, and trying to perceive the situation within his own body.
After all, no matter what, he currently possessed the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortal Rank. (Yes, a Realm that came with being created.)
It took a long time for Si Chen to slowly gather his scattered thoughts and begin to perceive his Sea of Consciousness.
To Si Chen's surprise, as soon as he gathered his thoughts, he immediately sensed the location of his Sea of Consciousness.
As soon as he entered it, Si Chen was startled by the scene within the Sea of Consciousness.
In the center of the dim Sea of Consciousness, two slightly transparent figures, emitting profound light, were sitting.
"This is… Primordial Spirit?"
Looking at the scene before him, Si Chen didn't know what was going on for a moment.
He could sense that both figures were his Primordial Spirit, but how could this be possible?
"Perhaps it's due to the Transmigration; after all, strictly speaking, this is somewhat similar to Possession."
Thinking of this, Si Chen immersed his mind into one of the Primordial Spirits, and for a moment, all the memories of his previous life surged into his mind.
Everything he had seen or heard before now appeared as clear as individual paintings.
After experiencing it for a while, Si Chen withdrew his mind.
Then he entered the other Primordial Spirit.
"Hmm?"
Compared to the previous Primordial Spirit, this one was terrifyingly pure.
As soon as Si Chen's mind entered it, he had only one feeling—ethereal.
An etherealness without a trace of Impurities, pure, incomparably pure.
It was at this moment that Si Chen found his current thoughts incredibly sharp, with a feeling that he could instantly see through the entire world.
He withdrew his mind, looking silently at the two Primordial Spirits sitting in his Sea of Consciousness.
"Could my Golden Finger be having two Primordial Spirits?"
If that were the case, it would be a bit disappointing.
Even if one of the Primordial Spirits was somewhat extraordinary, it wouldn't help him much in the short term.
For a moment, Si Chen, somewhat dejected, withdrew from his Sea of Consciousness, looking at the world outside the stone cave with dimmed eyes.
"Wait, that's not right!"
"If it's just having two Primordial Spirits, that wouldn't be enough to shield from a Saint!"
"Could there be something else I haven't noticed?"
Thinking of this, Si Chen instantly revived, full of energy, and entered meditation again…